The Favored Heiress
Chapter 394: Don’t Call Him Mr. He, Call Him Brother Chen

Chapter 394: Chapter 394: Don’t Call Him Mr. He, Call Him Brother Chen

He Chen’s motion of bringing a cigarette to his lips halted abruptly, as he stared at Shang Yu with an indescribable expression.

He pursed his lips to catch his breath, his gaze falling on Li Qiao’s face, "With his boring and pretentious nature, what on earth do you see in this man besides his face?"

Li Qiao silently glanced at the bullet magazine on the floor.

Shang Yu, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow with a cold forbearance surfacing in his eyes, "Do you want to go back to the He family?"

He Chen’s breathing locked, and he fell silent.

Not only that, but even the usual frivolity that came with his devil-may-care attitude seemed to completely disappear.

It turned out, He Chen was also a member of the Parma He family.

The information given to him by Shen Qingye of the Sixth Bureau didn’t disclose He Chen’s background.

After a brief silence, He Chen smashed the cigarette butt on the ground, his frosty gaze colliding with Shang Yu’s deep eyes. The next second, he stood up, "I’d never realized before, but you son of a bitch have the potential to be a dazed ruler."

Li Qiao thought they were about to fight and was all set to defend herself, but to her surprise, after cursing, he turned and headed straight toward the door.

Shang Yu, noticing the tensed body of the girl, gently stroked her back as if to soothe her, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Li Qiao shook her head, and as she clutched his hand tightly, He Chen, who had reached the doorway, stopped and looked back over his shoulder with a snort, "Follow me."

The man, holding Li Qiao’s fingers, didn’t even glance at him, "Bring him over."

"You really owe me big time!" Seeing Shang Yu cuddling Li Qiao, affectionately made He Chen’s blood boil with irritation.

...

After He Chen left, Li Qiao leaned against the man’s shoulder and gestured with her lips towards the door, "Were you together with him tonight?"

A moment ago, she hadn’t answered Shang Yu’s call because she was busy beating up He Ao.

Later, when she thought to text him back, He Chen showed up again.

Li Qiao hadn’t forgotten that He Chen’s first words upon seeing Shang Yu were to ask why he had returned.

Shang Yu leaned back in his chair, looping his arm around her waist, and looked down slightly, "Uh-huh, He Chen just got back from the South Sea, came over to discuss some things."

Li Qiao tilted her body, glancing at him, "Never thought you two were that close."

"Yeah, about the same as you and Yun Lih," the man replied, leaning down to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table, pulled one out, and with a hook of his lips, answered while looking at her.

Li Qiao understood that they were bound by life-and-death friendship.

It wasn’t long before He Chen reentered the lounge, striding over to the single-seater sofa to sit down. He glanced askance at Shang Yu, "Your woman was just about to make a deal with me for another man, did you know that?"

Li Qiao: "..."

Why was he so annoying?

Shang Yu lit his cigarette with a lighter, a thin veil of smoke escaping from his thin lips, blurring his austere contours, "What deal?"

A mischievous smile played on He Chen’s lips as he flicked his hair from his forehead, "She said as long as I release Bai Luhui, I can name any condition."

Li Qiao looked expressionless at He Chen, while the man beside her took a drag on his cigarette and uttered a low, mocking laugh, "You’ve got some nerve."

"What should I be embarrassed about?" A sharp light flashed in He Chen’s eyes as he looked at Shang Yu, crossing his legs, "Then again... I might as well propose to you.

Don’t imagine I’ll let Bai Luhui off out of the goodness of my heart. He broke my rules; I should chop his hand off rather than let him go. If people find out about this, it won’t do my reputation in West City as He Chen any favors."

It’s as if you’d have any face left if you didn’t release Bai Luhui.

Shang Yu took a thoughtful puff on his cigarette, looking deeply at He Chen. After a few seconds of eyeing each other, he lazily raised his brows, "Let’s hear it."

He Chen leaned against the armrest, looking smug as he shook his foot, "The two billion you won from me earlier, give it back. And then, let’s gamble a few more rounds."

This time, if he couldn’t extract another two billion from Shang Shaoyan’s pocket, he would change his last name.

Shang Yu withdrew his gaze pensively and glanced at the girl beside him, "Feel like playing?"

"Sure," Li Qiao said with a smile that was not quite a smile as she looked at He Chen, "I’d like to witness Mr. He’s abilities myself."

Let’s see wins and losses at the gambling table.

Then, He Chen pursed his lips, his eyes harboring a faint displeasure, "Don’t call me Mr. He, call me Brother Chen."

Li Qiao: "..."

...

It was not long before Luhui was brought in by He Chen’s men.

He looked rather pale, his clothing still tidy, but his right hand was behind his back, and as he drew closer, a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Li Qiao remembered Shen Qingye’s request to ensure Xiao Bai’s hand stayed intact.

She instinctively stood up and walked towards Luhui, who also slowly relaxed his brows and nodded to Li Qiao and Shang Yu, "Miss Li, Master Yan."

He had thought that being caught by He Chen meant there was no escape.

To his surprise, these two actually showed up.

Li Qiao walked up to Luhui, her gaze hardening slightly as she demanded in a cool voice, "Show me your hand."

Luhui’s young yet steady face showed a trace of shock as he looked at Li Qiao and hesitantly stretched out his right hand.

There was a bloody hole in the palm of his hand.

Li Qiao examined it closely, her bright cheeks growing increasingly somber.

It wasn’t a gunshot wound; the area around the wound had spots of rust, and blood was still seeping out.

A nail had been driven through the palm.

Li Qiao thought of that image and couldn’t help glancing over at a corner of the sofa.

Catching Li Qiao’s gaze, He Chen straightened his sitting posture, his mouth holding an unlit cigarette, "Sister-in-law, don’t look at me like that. I’ve already shown mercy by not crippling his hand."

He did indeed have someone pierce Luhui’s hand with a nail, but that was yesterday’s matter.

Had it not been for meeting Shaoyan tonight, his hand would have long been beyond saving.

At that moment, Shang Yu glanced at the wound in Luhui’s palm and instructed Liuyun at the door, "Take him to the hospital."

Liuyun acknowledged the command, and after Luhui thanked Li Qiao in a hoarse voice, he followed Liuyun out.

He Chen seemed to want to stop him, but apparently thinking better of it, he just curled his lip and remained silent.

After Luhui left, He Chen rubbed his temples and his frivolous demeanor lessened somewhat as he narrowed his eyes at Shang Yu, "Give the Sixth Bureau a heads-up to stay off my turf, or it won’t be so easy to walk away with someone next time."

Shang Yu slowly uncrossed his legs, tapped off some ashes, and said in a low and unhurried voice, "Do it yourself."

He Chen bit the cigarette in his mouth forcefully, glaring fiercely at the man.

Subsequently, the group moved to a private gambling table in the next room.

Meanwhile, Luoyu quietly picked up the Golden Desert Eagle and its magazine, reassembled it, and returned it to Li Qiao.

Seeing this, He Chen turned to look at Shang Yu, "You’re just letting her use your Golden Sand like that?"

A globally rare collector’s edition, and he was quite generous with it.

The man casually took Li Qiao’s hand and led her to sit at the private gambling table, archly raising his thick eyebrows, "It’s hers."

He Chen paused, the gun is damn couple’s edition, spat! He scoffed coldly, turning his head to instruct his subordinates, "Go, get a dealer here."

Whether by accident or design, the subordinates brought up the same innocent-looking dealer from the gambling table downstairs where Li Qiao had been.

Sitting beside Shang Yu, He Chen leaned back in his chair, and when he saw the dealer coming in, his eyebrows twitched, "No one else available?"